User blog comment:Corbus/Saviors of Southsward/@comment-4423064-20140713203255/@comment-3474228-20140715212719

A thin smile forms at the corners of Zinnt's mouth as he spots the movement of the knife. This one won't last long. The ferret rises from the table, sure that the nervous squirrel is looking for some sign of rebellion. He pushes the tankard of ale towards Jirkin and then seats himself beside Cutthroat at the counter.